Other Team
“We won!” Charlie cheered, swinging away from Linda, and across the ice, laughing. Clapping his friends and teammates on the shoulders, Charlie just couldn’t stop grinning. “We won!”
Noticing the flushed Adam standing between Guy and Averman, he skated over, clapping him on the shoulder. “Hey, Banksie! Aren’t you glad you flipped to the ducks instead of varsity?”
“Yes,” Adam panted, face red and flushed.
Charlie snorted. “You don’t sound so sure, Adam.”
The taller boy threw down his gloves, then reached forward to cup Charlie’s sweaty face in his hands. “Believe me,” he said earnestly. “I am sure.”
Then he tugged Charlie forward, and kissed him fiercely, right there on the ice, amongst their teammates, while the crowd and Linda and varsity and coach Bombay all looked on. And Charlie just moaned into the feel of warm lips on his, warm hands on his cheeks.
The team’s cheering resumed, loud and boisterous, as Fulton, Portman and Guy all clapped them on the shoulders, congratulatory.
Charlie and Adam pulled apart a little, peering at each other, flushed.
“Yes,” Charlie said breathlessly. “I’m glad you changed teams, too.”
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